Left head: Oh, quick! Get the sword out. I want to cut his head off!
Right head: Oh, cut your own head off!
Middle head: Yes, do us all a favour! You snore!
Left head: Oh, I don't. Anyway, you've got bad breath.
Middle head: Well, it's only because you don't brush my teeth.

Tim: Follow. But! Follow only if ye be men of valour, for the entrance to this cave is guarded by a creature so foul, so cruel that no man yet has fought with it and lived! Bones of full fifty men lie strewn about its lair. So, brave knights, if you do doubt your courage or your strength, come no further, for death awaits you all with nasty, big, pointy teeth.